Disaster Sisters are not morning people. Disaster Sisters have unpredictable curly hair. This often leads to disastrous hair days...like today. 

I wasn't assaulted by the usual soul-crushing sound of my alarm clock. As I slowly came to, I suddenly realized the sun was a little too bright and I felt a little too well-rested. Crap, I'm late! 

Obviously, I sacrifice the shower. A little extra deodorant can fix that. I don't wear make-up and I can throw an outfit together in seconds. But the slept-on tangled mess atop my head? Yikes. It was already a little out there yesterday and really needed some fixing.

After a text to my very understanding boss about my alarm malfunction, I took 10 minutes to make myself presentable.

STEP ONE: Pull back some hair from the sides, leaving the shorter bits loose. Secure with a cute barrette. 
STEP TWO: Take a curling iron to the front bits and a little here and there around the face. The back just remains crazy. We don't have time!

And voila! You look slightly less insane and are ready to take on the day! Just don't forget that extra shot of deodorant.

The day following a haircut is like walking out of a strip club after sunrise, the weight of my seemingly good decision weighing heavily on my head - or in the case of a haircut, not so heavily. I wanted a trim before leaving for a trip and my regular girl wasn't available. I broke one of my major rules and went with a newbie. Don't get my wrong, she's got skills, but we just don't have the years of curly rapport necessary to tame my mane. No matter how excited I get about a haircut, the day after is worse than any hangover. 

Before the haircut: Gee, I can't wait for my haircut! La di da di da! It will feel so wonderful to get rid of these split ends!

During the haircut: Oh my gosh, this is heaven. It's a massage for my head. And everything smells so good. And this lady is so friendly! Oh look, my split ends are going away. Yay!

Immediately following the haircut: I'm so happy I got that haircut! And it was a great idea to ask her to blow it out. I look like a movie star. It's so amazing that I can run my fingers through my hair! Getting that haircut was the best idea ever!












The morning after the haircut: What the hell have I done? Where's my hair? I miss my long split ends! I'm so sad that my hair is gone. Why won't it fall the right way? Did she not hear me when I said layers on top and thin on the bottom? No amount of product will fix this shape. There's a reason I never strip my hair with shampoo. I look like a freakin' frizzy pyramid!

One shower after the haircut: I know my hair is curly, and it's usually very forgiving, but, c'mon, isn't this a little crooked? 













Two washes after the haircut: Ok, I'm starting to look like myself again. I have to tug on my hair all day long so that I don't look like a springy chia pet church lady, but I can handle this. Another pound of leave-in conditioner and it will feel weighed down enough for me to feel normal. I'll just wear my hair in a bun for the next three months. I'm never getting another haircut again. 

Two weeks after the haircut: Blech, look at all these split ends. Maybe I should get a haircut!

Author's note: As is typical of a curly girl, I fell back in love with my haircut about an hour after writing this blog post. Mind you, that took hours of tugging and flipping and bunning and loosening, and I will wake up looking like a scarecrow, but as of this moment, I'm happy.